27 Feb 21:04
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mom, i miss you

i need your advice on everything. its all so hard and im struggling to do it without you.

what do i do when i dont know if home is even where the heart is anymore?

what do i do when i hate it here but i have to be here?

what do i do when he breaks up with me, again, and breaks my heart again?

what do i do when i miss you?

what do i do when i cant cope anymore?

what do i do when im so sad i cant get out of bed?

what do i do when i crave your cooking, but i dont know ho to make it like you do?

mom, what do i do without you?

27 Feb 21:00
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missavagardner:

I don’t entirely approve of some of the things I have done, or am, or have been. But I’m me. God knows, I’m me.

27 Feb 21:00
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Elizabeth Taylor on the set of Raintree County. Photo by Bob Willoughby (1957)

29 Jan 16:05
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favourite poet: ee cummings

favourite poem: i carry your heart

29 Jan 16:04
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speaking of love(of which Who knows the meaning;or how dreaming becomes if your heart's mind)i guess a grassblade Thinks beyond or around(as poems are made)Our picking it. this caress that laugh both quickly signify life's only half(through deep weather then or none let's feel all)mind in mind flesh In flesh succeeding disappear

ee cummings

29 Jan 16:01
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because i love you)last night

because i love you)last night

clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;

lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands

poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in

the tide's acute weaving murmur 
ee cummings

29 Jan 15:59
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my sweet old etcetera

my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting

for,
my sister

Isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds)of socks not to
mention fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et

cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera) 

ee cummings

29 Jan 15:58
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have decided to try and reblog only one quote a day from now on!!

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29 Jan 15:53
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today is quote day, all my favourite quotes reblogged.

thank u white paper quotes

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